The room was warm, the mattress strangely soft beneath him.

He could still feel, soft and silky beneath his fingers, the child's hair.

The sun was warm, the grass soft beneath her sandalled feet.

The grass was soft beneath her feet, the moonlight sweet.

Data came up last, stepped down and felt the long grass soft beneath his boots.

Her lips were soft beneath his, but nothing more- until he began nibbling.

"May the roads you take be always soft beneath your feet."

There was something soft beneath him as he landed.

The ground was surprisingly soft beneath her feet, almost spongy.

The ground felt soft beneath his feet, the stars reddish points in the sky.